The other big, green guy

“‘S not like I’d mind.  You’ve never been particularly heavy, baby doll.  You go ahead and recharge.  I’ll make sure we get back to our berth, alright?”

Springer waits until Rodimus is deep in recharge, continuing to pet him for an hour or so, before he decides to move them.  Lifting his lover carefully, he walked back to their quarters, keying the code remotely to open the door.

Springer continues petting Rodimus’s spoiler, gently tugging his lover to lean on him and smiling to himself.

"'S not like I'd mind.  You've never been particularly heavy, baby doll.  You go ahead and recharge.  I'll make sure we get back to our berth, alright?"

Springer continues petting Rodimus's spoiler, gently tugging his lover to lean on him and smiling to himself.

Normally, Springer would tease Rodimus about how eager he seemed.  Circumstances taken into account, though, Springer deigned to give instant gratification instead.

Springer trails kisses down Rodimus’s neck, then moves to trace the edges of Rodimus’s chest armor with his lips, humming quietly at the sweet taste.  He takes a point into his mouth to suckle briefly, and lavishes attention on the seams, dipping his tongue in to trace delicate wires.

He’s just happy to close his optics and let Springer take the lead at this point. His back arches a little under his lover’s ministrations and he shifts a little in the other’s lap, his lips parting in another quiet sigh.

Normally, Springer would tease Rodimus about how eager he seemed.  Circumstances taken into account, though, Springer deigned to give instant gratification instead.

Smiling, Springer leans up to lick Rodimus’s chevron, hands playing with his hip struts. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He lets himself be moved, rather enjoying all the attention and gentle touches he’s getting. It’s really helping him relax, and soon he wraps his arms around Springer’s neck with a quiet, soft sigh, nuzzling his nose against the side of his lover’s helm.

Springer trails kisses down Rodimus's neck, then moves to trace the edges of Rodimus's chest armor with his lips, humming quietly at the sweet taste.  He takes a point into his mouth to suckle briefly, and lavishes attention on the seams, dipping his tongue in to trace delicate wires.

Springer doesn’t say anything, just kisses back, sliding his hands across Rodimus’s shoudlers.  He moves deliberately, letting Rodimus lead and doing what he can to help.  Springer’s never been good with words, but Rodimus knows that, and the green mech knows he doesn’t have to bother with words right now - a bit too cumbersome and easily confused.

Rodimus likes the fact that Springer doesn’t keep talking; words are completely unecessary at this point, and they would probably cause Rodimus to start overthinkig things again.

Smiling, Springer leans up to lick Rodimus's chevron, hands playing with his hip struts. "Thought you'd never ask."

“I’m just… Really upset, okay? I have no idea what to do with myself…” Though he was still not feeling okay, he decided to let it go; there was no use in thinking about what could have happened anyway.

Springer doesn't say anything, just kisses back, sliding his hands across Rodimus's shoudlers.  He moves deliberately, letting Rodimus lead and doing what he can to help.  Springer's never been good with words, but Rodimus knows that, and the green mech knows he doesn't have to bother with words right now - a bit too cumbersome and easily confused.

“Damn right, I’m not.  We’re not losing anyone else, love.  It’s gonna be okay, now.  We know there’s a virus, and Ratchet can figure out the rest - he’s good at that.  Think about how quick he got the cure together for the Red Rust.” Springer can see the insecurity, can hear it in Rodimus’s voice.  He’s not particularly good at subtlety or tact or any of that stuff, so he tries to comfort Rodimus in the only way he can really think of.

“Yeah?  Rodimus, you’re a tactile mech, how do you think this’d’ve ended if you’d been around him all the time?  Think, dammit!” Springer squeezes Rodimus, venting shakily against the other’s armor.

"Damn right, I'm not.  We're not losing anyone else, love.  It's gonna be okay, now.  We know there's a virus, and Ratchet can figure out the rest - he's good at that.  Think about how quick he got the cure together for the Red Rust." Springer can see the insecurity, can hear it in Rodimus's voice.  He's not particularly good at subtlety or tact or any of that stuff, so he tries to comfort Rodimus in the only way he can really think of.

"Yeah?  Rodimus, you're a tactile mech, how do you think this'd've ended if you'd been around him all the time?  Think, dammit!" Springer squeezes Rodimus, venting shakily against the other's armor.

Tightening his grip on Rodimus, he kisses the other’s helm, murmuring, “I know, babe.  ’S okay, I’m here.”